Cole was groggy as he slowly regained consciousness in the middle of a bright white room. Despite his pounding head, the muscled young blonde instantly realized what was happening and started fighting desperately against his bonds. He was tied naked in a chair with his arms tied behind his back, tight bonds around his torso and his legs tied to the chair’s leg, forcing them wide apart. His heavy, fuzzy nuts were pulled away from his body with thick rubber rings, resting on the chair’s elongated seat. Despite his struggles, the twenty-five year old couldn’t break free.
He had seen sterile-looking white rooms like this enough to know where he was, which made his heart pound. Cole was alone, except for a single camera facing him and another camera facing the opposite wall. He had no idea what was in store for him...
Along one of the walls of the fairly large room were tables covered in computers and monitors with cryptic information plastered across them. Cole couldn’t believe he was watching the inner workings of The Ghost Network.
Cole screamed out for help even though he knew he was essentially doomed. The only people in earshot of his begging were already in too deep to help him even if they wanted to.
Suddenly a door which blended into the wall perfectly, opened and several Ghost Network volunteers entered to set up the stage. Three chairs were bought in and bolted to the floor facing Cole and only a few feet away. As soon as the chairs were secured, three struggling men were dragged in violently and thrown into the chairs, screaming in hysterics as they were tied down with their arms behind their backs and their fat nuts pulled away from their bodies with tight rubber rings. All three sets of nuts were pulled several inches from their bodies, so taught they were glistening.
As the stage volunteers left the room Cole was forced to sit in front of the three captive men in the same position they were; tied up, naked and afraid. Cole instantly recognized all three of them and thought he was going to throw up.
The first man was Daniel. Daniel and Cole were the same age, having graduated high school together. In the twelfth-grade, just before high school graduation, Cole had come out to Daniel in the gym locker room when they were alone. The young Cole was hoping the scene would turn into a low-class porno as his hot, straight friend stripped naked and the two fucked all night.
What happened instead was way more consequential. Daniel, a quintessential conservative red-blooded alpha male smiled and gave his friend Cole a hug. The two talked for hours. Daniel didn’t pretend to be progressive enough to really understand what Cole was going through but he was too good of a friend to duck and run when things got awkward. Daniel didn’t realize it, but his show of understanding and lack of judgment had set his entire life on an overall positive trajectory and Cole and Daniel remained close friends. In fact, Cole had commented on a photo of Daniel holding up his second daughter in the hospital birthing unit just a few weeks ago on Facebook.
The next captive in front of Cole was Vincent, Cole’s first serious boyfriend in college. Cole hadn’t seen Vincent in years but had fond memories of the shaggy-haired ginger. Even though years had passed, Vincent still looked like he had in college. A tight, short muscular body covered in coarse red hair, especially the bush that nearly obscured his fat, plump nuts. Vincent and Cole had broken up amicably and Cole used the relationship to grow and evolve as a person.
The last captive was Myles. Myles was in his early thirties with an average build and thinning blonde hair. Myles and Cole worked together at a local shelter for homeless gay youths. It had started as a court-mandated punishment for Myles after having been found guilty of spray-painting gay slurs on The Shard, a mega tall office building downtown and headquarters to CB & T, a famously gay-friendly corporation.
Myles was one-hundred percent straight, a real macho man, but the plight of the guys in the shelter pulled at his heart strings until he actually cared, not just putting on a façade. Myles kept volunteering at the shelter even after his probation and eventually became the head of the center. It was Myles' deep sense of empathy and self awareness that attracted Cole and the two had become best friends, though Myles was jokingly-jealous that his wife went to Cole instead of him for fashion and social advice.
Cole was horrified to see that three of the most influential men in his life had been swept up into the Ghost Network, a dark-web phenomenon that Cole himself had gladly watched until recently.
After a few minutes, Ghost walked into the room wearing his trademark Guy Fawkes mask. He was followed by a second young blonde that made Cole scream out in terror. It was his best friend Greg! Greg was naked, letting his own modest nuts hang between his legs. The two had been on the outs ever since a cock-torturing session had gotten way too dark for Cole to handle, but Cole at least considered Greg to be a friend. Now, Greg’s cold expression made it look like the two were nothing but strangers.
Greg was Cole’s age, mid twenties, and fit. He wouldn’t necessarily be a fashion model, but Greg was quite attractive. Cole couldn’t remember the exact sequence of events that made them both realize they enjoyed brutal ball busting fantasies and neither of them could recall how they had been invited to join The Ghost Network via an encrypted link. But they both loved it! Reading ball busting stories or watching Hollywood special effects about castration were hot, but seeing the real thing happening in Ghost’s studios was hotter than either of them could imagine.
The more depraved Ghost got, the more ardent fans Cole and Greg became until one day Cole and Greg ended up acting out their hottest cock destruction fantasies in real life. It was heaven for Greg but torture for Cole. He’s never seen anyone actually die before, let alone have to bury them. Cole hadn’t watched another Ghost show since, even though Greg continued to devour the content. Greg, a true sadist, knew how upset Cole was by what had happened to the twins so thought he would take Cole's torture to a whole other level... It had only taken a few months for the Ghost’s network of volunteers and power brokers to arrange tonight’s events.
Ghost and Greg, wearing a goblin mask, attached thick metal collars to Daniel, Myles and Vincent. Cole instantly recognized them as exploding neck collars and screamed in terror. The other three captives screamed into their gags.
“Greg! Man, don’t do this! Please!” Cole pleaded but Greg and Ghost ignored him.
After the last exploding collar was installed, Ghost started the show with a series of commands on his computer. The cameras capturing the scene sprung to life. Cole was tied and helplessly forced to watch three of the men he admired most in a similar situation across from him. Cole knew the kinds of terrors in store for the six oversized sacks and shuddered.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a very special show tonight!” Ghost started with a flourish.
“It seems like young Cole here is having second thoughts about being part of our Network, so we figured we’d see just how willing he is to stay out of the Ghost Network!”
Ghost explained Cole and Greg’s story, how they had been all-in on the violent ball busting video streams until things had gotten too real for Cole. To test how strong Cole’s resolve truly was, Ghost had set up this little experiment. The exploding collars were an emergency measure in case anyone happened to escape, but the main event would be the ball busting made possible by the heavy, long handled sledge hammer in Greg’s hands. Ghost explained how each of the three captives was special to Cole in some way before interjecting a cruel joke.
“I bet Cole, with all his high-minded principles, has jerked off countless times thinking about these things being turned to mush!”
As horrifying as it was, Ghost wasn't wrong.
Ghost panned the camera over each of the three captive sacks. All three of them were huge, tied up and pulled far from their crotches, resting on the seats of their elongated chairs. Cole blushed in shame and embarrassment; he actually had gotten off countless times thinking about Myles, Vincent and Daniel having their big nuts splattered. But that was consequence-free fantasy. This was real!
“So, here’s how it’s going to work. Our volunteer Greg here is going to smash each of these sacks depending on Cole’s feedback. If Cole really doesn’t want one of his friend’s nuts to explode, he can have his own balls crushed instead!”
Ghost cackled. He knew his Network consisted of some sadistic fuckers, but he couldn’t believe someone’s best friend had actually volunteered them like Greg had done to Cole.
Greg stood in front of Myles with the sledgehammer arched over his back. Greg’s cock was raging hard as he lined up his aim over Myles’ plump studs. The sledge hammer was already heavy and Greg was pumped up on adrenaline so he knew exactly what was going to happen if he slammed down.
Myles screamed into his gag, pleading with Cole to save him. Cole knew Myles really, really, really wanted kids. He had just been waiting for the right time to start a family with his wife. He was more horrified at the prospect of losing his future - kids, graduations, grand kids - than he was of loss of two organs. He was shaking and screaming.
“Greg! Don’t! Please!” Cole screamed.
Greg smirked under this mask.
“Oh, so you’d rather it be you’re own nuts?”
Greg turned and faced Cole, coldly placing the sledgehammer over Cole’s own bulging nuts. Cole loved his nuts, absolutely loved them. They were his favorite things to wash in the shower. The big, oval reminders that he was a real man despite a lifetime of less-than-subtle swipes that he wasn’t just because he loved men. Cole’s nuts were important to him, but he couldn’t dream of sparing them if it meant destroying Myles. Without hesitation, Cole started shouting out.
“Yes! Crush my nuts, Ghost! Make ‘em splatter!” Cole pleaded.
“I want you to plaster my friends with my splattered nuts!”
Even though he was tied tightly to the chair, Cole managed to thrust his hips forward slightly making his own huge nuts an even bigger target for Greg. Greg’s cock twitched. Greg couldn’t believe Cole was seriously going to sacrifice his own manhood for three other people. Greg completely lacked the capacity to assign such value to anyone, even his ‘best friend’ Cole. For Greg, Cole was just a hot guy who got into the same twisted fantasies, nothing more, nothing less.
“Okay, countdown from ten! Whose nuts get crushed!” Ghost announced into the camera.
The dark web chat erupted with speculation. Half of the watching audience wanted Cole’s nuts to meet their maker and the other wanted Myles' manhood streak to end.
“Please!” Cole screamed.
Ghost counted down dramatically as Greg readied the sledgehammer. Despite pleading with Greg to crush his nuts instead, Greg had turned back to Myles, ready to strike. Cole desperately pleaded, begged, Greg not to do it.
“If you need an explosion, mine are primed for it! Look how fucking big they are!”
Cole was desperate to take attention away from Myles. It wasn’t working. Greg had no intention of sparing any of the captives; he just wanted Cole to suffer and he knew destroying Myles, Vincent and Daniel would crush Cole; a hideous wound on his psyche the soft blonde would never be able to recover from. Just thinking about the decades of agony and nightmares awaiting Cole made Greg’s cock shoot a rope of precum.
Cole was screaming so much he didn’t even notice Ghost’s countdown had ended.
BLOOOOOSH
Myles' handsome face contorted into horror and pain and he screamed into his gag as Greg bought the sledgehammer slamming into his balls. The middle aged sack burst open like a pinched zit, each testicle flying out of the sack nearly whole, but crushed and ruined beyond repair. Cole threw up.
He had imagined Myles’ nuts being destroyed in his head but actually seeing it was just too much. To make everything worse, Myles was bleeding heavily from his ruined scrotum and neither Ghost or Greg seemed to be responding.
“Help him! Help him please! Please!”
Cole remembered the indescribable horror of the twins bleeding out and became even more animated to escape. The bolts holding Cole’s chair to the floor started to creak and bend as Cole begged Ghost to help Myles.
“PLEASE!!”
Ghost snapped his fingers and two volunteers clad in white swooped in, untied Myles and took him out of the room. Cole remembered what had happened to the twins, who had escaped the white room but still managed to be snuffed out. He screamed out.
“Please help him! Let him go! Please!”
Ghost nodded “Don’t worry, Myles will be fine. I mean other than the fact his nuts are mush now!”
Ghost and Greg laughed at the gooey pile left behind on Myle’s chair.
Next up was Vincent. The cowering young man had pissed all over himself but his fat nuts were still pulled far from this crotch, just waiting on the seat of the chair. Cole was mortified. He had loved Vincent. He couldn’t believe they were both sitting across each other with a depraved Greg standing between them with a sledge hammer.
Ghost started his countdown...
Cole screamed and begged, desperate to appeal to any part of Greg’s humanity. Greg, being Cole’s best friend until now, knew how important Vincent was to Cole. Vincent had really helped Cole break out of his shell and without that influence it was doubtful Cole and Greg would have been friends in the first place.
As Ghost counted down, Greg pivoted to make it look as if it was a mystery which sack - Cole’s or Vincent’s - would be crushed. Cole knew exactly what was about to happen.
Cole made eye contact with Vincent - pleading for forgiveness - as the hammer slammed onto Vincent’s sack. Vincent screamed into his gag as both of his nuts flattened completely, rupturing in his bag. Greg wasted no time slamming the mallet down again and again. Vincent’s sack erupted open. The chair and the floor were splattered. Even as the medical team came in to fetch Vincent, Greg just kept pounding the once fat nuts until there was nothing left but a stain.
Ghost and Greg cackled, cheering along with the audience. Finally it was Daniel’s turn. Daniel turned into a blubbering mess. He knew this wasn’t a contest or a game; he and the other captives were destined to have their nuts smashed just to traumatize Cole. It was as if they were nothing more than props and Daniel had never felt so dehumanized in his life.
Ghost re-started his count down as Greg arched the sledgehammer over his back ready to annihilate Daniel’s chances of having any more kids. Cole begged Greg for mercy; Greg knew how important Daniel was to Cole coming to terms with his sexuality, literally a linchpin in Cole’s identity - but Greg didn’t care. All he saw was a plump set of nuts ready to be crushed.
Cole screamed and begged.
“Greg! I know you’ve always wanted to. Just crush mine, man! They’re big!”
Cole thrust his pelvis upward making his heavy sack bounce against the chair seat.
Daniel sobbed and struggled to escape. He had only just had his first child and was excited to have another one. He didn’t realize how much he wanted to be a dad until it had already happened. Just a week ago Daniel and Cole had drank a huge bottle of vodka in Cole’s living room rambling on about how lucky they were to have found each other. They were truly close friends. Daniel couldn’t imagine his life without his buddy Cole. Cole was sobbing as he knew one of his best, most caring friends was about to be mutilated just because of his affiliation with him.
“Please! He’s innocent! Please let him go! Please!”
Cole pleaded through screams. Fuck, he thought back to their last drunken hangout when Daniel swore he’d name his first son Cole.
Cole started hyperventilating so missed the moment when Greg sent the sledgehammer slamming down on Daniel’s nuts. Cole felt the hot innards of Daniel’s sack, a bag he had admired since high school, splatter his torso. Luckily Daniel had passed out from pure terror before the mallet collided with his sack.
Two medics came into the room to fetch Daniel but were stopped by Greg, who rose the sledge hammer as if he was going to pound it into their skulls.
“What are you doing! Greg! Stop this!”
Daniel moaned in unconscious agony as his mutilated bag bled out. Cole became increasingly panicked, rocking his chair so violently one of the bolts holding it to the ground broke. He watched helplessly as the color drained from Daniel’s face.
“He has kids! For Christ's sake!”
Suddenly, Daniel’s body went limp. Greg shot his load and the Ghost stood by in bemusement. Cole’s entire body went rigid; he was too stunned to even scream anymore. His twisted obsession with ball busting had come full circle; one of his best friends had just been snuffed out just because of his proximity to Cole. The realization that he’d lead to Daniel’s death was too much for Cole. He passed out in unimaginable sorrow....
Cole awoke some time later, though he couldn’t tell how much time had passed. The three chairs were still in front of him, covered in the splattered remains of his three friend’s manhood. When his eyes came upon Daniel’s chair he lost it. The room was filled with his desperate sobs. Cole didn’t know it was even possible to feel so horrible and to make the whole scene more disgusting, Greg was standing over him smiling, his cock hard, as if breaking Cole was the hottest thing he’d ever done. Even hotter than smashing three fat sacks.
Shockingly, the livestream hadn't been interrupted by the authorities. Ghost held smelling salts under Cole’s nose to really get him awake for the grand finale.
The sledgehammer was nowhere to be seen. Instead Ghost was holding a double-barrel shotgun against Cole’s nuts, one barrel over each.
“Well, Cole, despite all your sentimentality it looks like you enjoyed the show!”
Greg lifted his foot and stomped onto Cole’s rock hard dick. Cole howled from pain and embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that he was STILL hard after watching the three sacks being turned into goo.
“Greg... please man...”
Greg’s cock twitched.
“Okay, last round! You have to convince Ghost which sack to blow off. Yours or mine!”
Ghost pulled the gun away from Cole’s lap and nuzzled each barrel against Greg’s swinging sack. Even now, Cole was getting hard at the visual of Greg’s low hanging, fat pods pressed against a shotgun. Greg saw Cole’s cock twitch and smiled.
“Okay, let’s count down... twenty... nineteen...”
Ghost dramatically pivoted the shotgun from one sack to the other whilst Cole pleaded and begged. In the final seconds, Cole pleaded with Ghost to just snuff him out.
“Please! Blow mine off!”
“Four... three...” Ghost was holding the shotgun pressed against Greg’s nuts.
“Don’t! Please!”
“Two... one...”
Cole screamed and begged for Ghost to spare Greg despite all the havoc he had wrought. It was no use.
BOOM
Greg’s heavy sack exploded into a shower of gore. He let out a wail of pain as he fell to his knees, clutching his blown open crotch, before falling onto this back. His legs were kicking into the air wildly and he was screaming. Cole cried at the desperate, frantic screams of his one-time friend. Greg was obviously in agony and regardless of what he’d done - or thought about - he didn’t deserve that.
To Cole’s horror, Ghost nodded to the cameras and left the room. No medical staff was forthcoming. Cole, who was splattered with what was left of Greg’s nuts, was forced to sit and scream as Greg writhed on the ground. He knew the livestream cameras were still watching him so he tried his best to compose himself.
“Please. Please help him, please. He’s dying! Please help him!” Cole begged to anyone listening.
Greg’s body went limp. Cole let out a primal scream as Ghost finally reentered the room. He ended the show with a promise of ‘more fun to come’. Ghost took off his mask and knelt over Greg’s body. He admired Greg’s muscular physique. What a pity, he thought.
Cole was too terrified to even speak as Ghost untied him.
“Listen, your friend Greg made it very clear he didn’t want you hurt...” Ghost snarled.
“And considering the show he helped put on, I’m obliged to grant that request.”
Cole sat in the chair in stunned silence, even after all of his restraints were freed. He couldn't look away from Greg and was thinking about all of the Ghost Network streams they had watched together, sometimes over and over.
Ghost grabbed Cole under the arm and pulled him to his feet.
Cole couldn’t believe he was standing face to face with The Ghost, without a mask, in a room alone. It was a fantasy turned nightmare. Most unsettling was how normal Ghost looked under his mask. Cole had half expected some kind of hideous monster, but Ghost was an exceedingly ordinary looking middle-aged man with short, neatly styled hair. The Ghost was good looking but not especially handsome and his face, even with his twisted, wicked grin, actually seemed... friendly! He wouldn't have looked out of place at the grocery store or just a random guy on a subway platform, which made Cole wonder how many other 'ordinary' guys he met were secretly Ghost-like in their depravity.
“Listen, if you ever even think about causing me trouble I will end you, do you understand?”
Ghost touched the explosive collar that was still around Cole’s neck, then pointed to the cameras and computers. Cole knew an uncountable network of viewers could easily bring their resources to bear against him or - as had been shown - anyone he cared about. Cole had once gotten off watching Ghost force two captive studs to mutilate each other's balls under threat of harm coming to their loved ones half a world away so knew Ghost and his cohorts weren't messing around.
Cole nodded in understanding.
“Good...”
Suddenly there was a commotion and Cole felt someone behind him ramming a foul-smelling rag into his face. Then silence.
--
Cole awoke wearing a suit in the middle of a cemetery. The splash of a light rain had awakened him. He stumbled to his feet to see he was standing at Daniel’s grave with no memory of how he’d gotten there. How much time had passed?
“Here lies Daniel Fitzgerald. Loyal Husband and Father.”
“...Father?”
Daniel’s kid had only been born a few months ago. Cole burst into tears as he collapsed, overwhelmed with emotion. As he faded from consciousness again, Cole couldn’t believe the complete mind-fuck Greg had done to him.
Cole would be irreparably damaged forever. He’d be haunted by the twins, Daniel, Greg, Vincent and Myles for the rest of his life. But at the same time he knew he would never be able to stop himself from replaying the gory ends of his friends’ big sacks or the twins’ dicks being pulled off their muscly crotches.
He’d replay those scenes over and over, spilling endless amounts of cum even as he felt like a monster doing so.
It turned out Greg knew Cole better than he knew himself. He had expertly arranged a punishment for Cole’s role in the twin's demise that would torment Cole more than any law or prison and even though Greg wasn’t around to enjoy it on Earth, he would certainly enjoy it from Hell.
Even as Cole was overwhelmed thinking about Daniel’s now-orphaned family or the hot twins he had helped bury in the Las Vegas desert, his cock was actually getting hard thinking about the explosive mess Myles' sack made under the mallet...
“I’m a beast...” Cole lamented as he passed out.
